Superman
Ultimate Battles
Smallville:The Angel
His fragile boyish hand slowly pushed the front door open, and with a step he was on the front porch with his father. His mouth widens as he yawned; tilting his head back with his eyes tightly closed. He was naïve to what was going on, still in his ducky pajamas lusting to sleep. His father, Jonathan, had woken him from his slumber to spend the morning with Clark to gaze at raising sun. A tradition Clark and his father would soon pick up and share though out his life.
Jonathan looked down at Clark and eased a morning smile, he had hoped that this could be something him and his son could share, just as him and his father had shared. This would be a time, where him and Clark could talk about life and things that was going on around them. This was also an important time to Clark, rather he realized it or not. These mornings bonding times were the points where Jonathan could easily install morals into him, give him advice that would later help him, and make the struggles of life one step easier to deal with.
Clark looked up at his father, with his left eye under three-quarter's open.
"What are we doing Pa?"
"Where going to watch the sun raise Clark"
Clark groaned at the simple fact he was losing sleep over something that sounded so dumb.
"Can't we do this some other time?"
Jonathan laughed some, for those was his words when his father did the same thing, as he picked up Clark and placed him on his shoulder, then started to head out towards the field. A short breeze passed them, as they walked. The half sleep child was now completely awake. He held his arms out fully extended and started to pretend he was flying. The wind added the prefect effect and then with his father jogging out into the field gave Clark the ultimate thrill!
Clark loved when his dad picked him up. It would always be so much fun, especially when his dad would play around. Clark could easily look back just a couple of days ago, where his father came out of nowhere and scooped him up. "WWHOOOOSSSHH!" His dad would say, as he would run around the room, carrying Clark by his waist. Clark would laugh and smile uncontrollably as he spun though the air, pretending to be plan flying though heavy fire against invading planes.
Martha would sit back in her old rocking chair and smile as she watched her husband and son play around for hours. It was one of the moments you wish would never go away, that later would be come a memory you'd never forget even in your old age. Clark's bond with his parents had grown strong from the moment they took him in, and was constantly building. The boy from another planet, who would soon be capable of ruling the planet, looked up to the man he called father. Rather they noticed or not, they both have a serious impact on Clark's life.
Jonathan stopped just on the hill holding Clark with one arm, as the boy sat on his shoulder, and letting the other rest by his side. Clark looked at his father and was immediately thrown back. As long as he had been with him, he had never seen his father with such a serious face. He wasn't sure what to think, but after a couple times of blinking he decided to mimic his pop and stare at the raising sun.
"Son, one day you'll be destined for great things and when that time comes, you'll have a lot of responsibilities!"
Clark looked back at his dad not sure of what he was talking about.
"What do you mean dad?"
Jonathan's face slowly eased and a gently smile appeared. His black eyes took on a glow as the sun continued to rise and his blond hair moved slowly with the passing breeze. He couldn't help but to think about the day that he and Martha found Clark, two years ago. Ever since then, their life had been nothing but good times. They loved every moment they spent with him, but the thoughts about him one day becoming something great came from the dreams he was having.
It was strange, at night he would start seeing images of a figure completely covered in a shadow appearing out of now where doing some good-hearted deed. He wasn't sure what this meant, but once he woke up the very first thought in his mind was his son!
"When the time comes you'll see what I mean Clark."
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Later on that day..
Tire tracks appeared in the dirt road as the old red truck came around the corner and slowly pulled up beside the Kent's house. A small cloud of sand was slowly floating away though the air before the Truck's red doors interrupted it as they swung open. Quickly a pair of shoes landed in the dirt smallest of the three, followed by another pair simultaneously with another pair on the other side of the truck.
"Come on boys, let's get these bags in the house before the grocery's go bad!" Martha called out to her husband and son.
The Kent's had gone into town and went shopping. Since Clark was around, Jonathan had decided to give the field a rest this season and clean the place up for stronger crops next season. Which meant this winter would involve a few trips to the grocery market near the flower shop.
Jonathan had grabbed at least 4 bags from the bed of the truck and went into the house. Clark had watched him, wanting to be just like him, he also grabbed four and realized that if he could figure a way to carry them he could hold at least twice as many. So of course he tossed them one on top of another and walked into the house casually.
"Careful with those Clark, your mother wouldn't be to happy if you dropped all that." Jonathan said as he held the door open for Clark on his way out.
It took him a second to realize that Clark was carrying over half the bags that was left in the truck. Clark smiled as he walked in and placed them beside the counter, not tall enough yet to reach it just yet. Jonathan stepped out the house and over to Martha.
"Is it me, or has Clark be steadily increasing in strength lately?" It wasn't the first time he noticed Clark's strength.
It wasn't anything to uncommon, but seemed a little strange for him to do such things. Jonathan could wonder back to about three days ago when he was working on the fence and needed a rest. Clark offered to help, but his father simply refused for the simple fact that he could get hurt. When Jonathan left to get some water, Clark eagerly began working on the fence; following the same steps he had been watching his father due for the past several weeks. Place a nail and hammer it in to the board, in three specific spots. Unaware of just how thick the boards were, he was easily putting the nails though them with his thumb!
He eventually picked up the hammer and began moving at a faster paste. Over half the fence was done by the time Jonathan came back. He could have sworn he was only gone for 5 minutes and Clark had done over 2 miles worth of fence construction! Of course he had immediately told Martha, but she was ignorant to such things, so she saw nothing strange about it.
"Yeah, just yesterday he broke the doorknob on the bathroom." Martha replied.
"That was Clark! I thought that you had done it for some reason!" Jonathan said, quit surprised.
The doorknob had been completely ripped out the door with 4 little finger groves neatly placed in it. The piece that remained in the door was now useless and needed to be replaced.
"Yeah, Clark had tripped over the rug and accidentally pulled the knob out. I didn't notice it at first, I was just simply checking if he was alright till he started crying and handed me the doorknob."
It would only be a few days from now that they would watch Clark literally lift a tractor into the air.
Clark walked into the house and looked at his mom and dad who were still talking about the busted door. As he started over towards them, something caught his eye and couldn't help but to look out the window. Quickly his eyes widen while his mouth dropped to the ground. He was completely astonished with what he was seeing. His train of thoughts froze as he sat there, not knowing what do. It was if he was dreaming and wondered into some wonderful place only meant for those of special qualities and good hearts.
His eyes were fixated on a beautiful young girl that was currently playing hopscotch in the driveway with another little girl. The sun added a perfect shine of light over her head giving her the affect of angel. Clark couldn't think of any reason of why this was his first time every seeing her, she had been in that house for the longest now.
Martha saw Clark though the corner of her eye and called over to him. Jonathan turned to see his boy running towards them. Clark quickly grabbed Martha's pants leg and pointed past Jonathan over the Lang house.
"Mommy is that an Angel!"
It was quit clear that this was Clark's first time ever seeing the Lana. It wasn't too much of a surprise though; Clark would usually spend mindless hours within the barn staring up in the sky. He hardly ever went anywhere unless he was with his dad. Jonathan and Martha followed his arm, to his finger and over to the house. He was clearly pointing to Lana Lang, who was skipping around in the grass with her best friend. A small laughter filled the air, and Martha picked up Clark and smiled.